Maea
The worst of all blessings
Pleased with the immediate agreement he offered, she nodded softly that they had a deal. Listening while she chased a chunk of peach across the plate, her own reply came just as quickly - "Yes. Please do. Yours is a standing invitation - you're always welcome. Is there somewhere you'd like to go?" And just as she had her freedom to go wherever, so of course did he. Though she never seemed to tire of his company, it was probably good for both of them to spend time away every once in a while, for a chance to miss the other and remember to appreciate the times they did share.
Looking up again only when Liam spoke up, the anxious lines around her eyes melted away at the response. That was a huge obstacle out of the way - the kind of difference in needs and wishes that really could break even the most loving of relations. Despite her initial relief however, Maea did shift the plate to her other hand so she could put cool fingers upon his forearm. "Can't say I'm happy about the reason," she admitted, "even if I'm glad we're not at odds about it. But... I think I understand. Could you tell me their names again?" Some other day, she'd take him to the Hollowed Grounds and the ruins of the home she had grown up in. Show the stones raised to remember her own family, and maybe bring a few saplings back of the apple trees her life had revolved around, half a lifetime ago. It could never be the same as being surrounded by her kin, but... perhaps the scent of apples ripening under a Leafchange sun would add a measure of homeliness to this place she already loved.
Looking up again only when Liam spoke up, the anxious lines around her eyes melted away at the response. That was a huge obstacle out of the way - the kind of difference in needs and wishes that really could break even the most loving of relations. Despite her initial relief however, Maea did shift the plate to her other hand so she could put cool fingers upon his forearm. "Can't say I'm happy about the reason," she admitted, "even if I'm glad we're not at odds about it. But... I think I understand. Could you tell me their names again?" Some other day, she'd take him to the Hollowed Grounds and the ruins of the home she had grown up in. Show the stones raised to remember her own family, and maybe bring a few saplings back of the apple trees her life had revolved around, half a lifetime ago. It could never be the same as being surrounded by her kin, but... perhaps the scent of apples ripening under a Leafchange sun would add a measure of homeliness to this place she already loved.
The most beautiful of curses
Base by Skylark
